I want to be a warlord

Chapter 293 Slaughterhouse

Killing, silent killing!
Crying, screaming, and begging for mercy echoed on the second floor, but it was useless.

Wang Zhen did not speak, and the others also felt the anger deep in their hearts, but remained silent, turned the muzzle of their guns, and pulled the trigger.

Da da da!
The bullet hits the flesh, opens a small hole, releases a large amount of kinetic energy in the flesh, forms a permanent or semi-permanent cavity, and finally rushes out from the other side with a large number of fragments of flesh, bones, and internal organs.

5.56 NATO bullets, hitting unarmored targets, have excess kinetic energy.

Blood sprayed on the wall tiles inlaid with exquisite patterns, sprayed on the floor, sprayed on the glass, sprayed on the gate, and began to flow down again.

Blood color filled the entire floor, and the smell of bloody killing filled the nostrils.

Wang Zhen kicked open the door of an office, and with a glance, through the infrared thermal imaging night vision device, a human-shaped wheel buckle appeared in a side cabinet.

The muzzle of the gun turned, and there was no need to think about it at all. It was obvious that this was an office, and the only people who could hide here were people from concentration camps.

"Da da" two bullets pierced through the cabinet. After being shot, in fact, people can't scream.

The huge pain would temporarily cause the person to lose the ability to speak. The person couldn't control his body and fell down. He slammed open the cabinet door and fell to the ground.

Wang Zhen was too lazy to read on, turned around and changed to another room.

With so many damn people waiting to be sent to hell, his time is precious!

The payment was made room by room, but the door of this room was obviously heavy, unlike the wooden office door, Wang Zhen felt that he might not be able to kick it.

He raised the muzzle of the gun, aimed at the door lock and pulled the trigger. With a "bang", the lock was completely smashed, and Wang Zhen grabbed the handle and pulled the door open.

When entering the room, what caught the eye was a flat lathe bed, on which lay a woman with a bald head, and the clothes on her body were hospital gowns, which hadn't been washed for a while, and were a little dirty.

A tube was inserted into one of the woman's arms. The plastic tube obviously had red blood flowing through it. The tube was connected to another container, which was full of blood.

Just looking at the container, Wang Zhen's eyebrows twitched uncontrollably. There was too much blood in it. Although he had never donated blood before, he didn't know how much blood an adult should donate at a time, but there was definitely too much in front of him!
Walking quickly to the person who was supposed to be a woman, Wang Zhen looked down. This person was pale, with a ferocious expression, and there were clear strangle marks on his arms and legs, which were all worn out.

People look dry, obviously bleeding profusely, dead...

Wang Zhen thought for a while, and the situation should be like this. Before they attacked, the people in the concentration camp were drawing blood from this person. The normal process is to stop the blood drawing after a certain level, and wait for the person to recover and continue to draw blood next time, but it was very difficult. Unfortunately, they called at this time.

The blood drawer ran out in panic and forgot to stop the blood draw before leaving. Finally, the man died of excessive bleeding.

Wang Zhen didn't know what it felt like to die. He heard that if he bled to death, it would be very painful before death.

Shaking his head, Wang Zhen retreated silently. All he could do was to kill everyone here and avenge the unknown her.

Turn around and back out.

"Head, kill all the people on the second floor!"

"Have you ever found a trapped person?"

"I found one here." Someone said in the channel: "There is no danger for the time being, so I quit."

"I found one here, and it's dead."

Wang Zhen was silent for a while, and switched the channel: "Jin Mao, if you find out that you are a doctor who can perform surgery, don't kill them, keep a few, and if there are trapped people who are going through danger, you can also treat them."

"Received." Jin Mao's voice was low. Obviously, he should have encountered a similar situation.

Switching back again, Wang Zhen talked about the arrest of the two doctors, and then waved his hand, "Go upstairs!"

The pliers and the pipe rushed up quickly. Perhaps the time was wasted enough, and the people in the concentration camp finally came to their senses and organized a resistance.

“Da da da da”

“Da da da da”

As soon as the two of them emerged, they were shot by AKM. The pipe was behind them. They found that there was still time to react, and they retreated. The pliers were helpless. After shaking their bodies twice, they finally retreated to the stairs, but their expressions were not good. OK, take a breath.

At the belly position, there are magazines inserted in the tactical suit. At this moment, two magazines were damaged, and two M43 intermediate bullets pierced through the magazines and were blocked by the body armor.

Or there will never be enough magazines on the battlefield. This thing is inserted in the front of the stomach and is easy to be broken.

Wang Zhen felt that it was normal to encounter a counterattack. What kind of place is this?
Concentration camp!
No weapons, no security personnel is a rarity.

However, wanting to fight them with this armed force is nothing short of bullshit.

The pipe took off the shock bomb at his waist and was about to throw it out, but was snatched by the pliers. Damn it, he was shot. He should be the first of all to be shot, what a shame!

Pain in the stomach is nothing compared to embarrassment.

He snatched the shock bomb, pulled out the pull ring with his own hands, and smashed it out with a shake of his hand.

"boom"

The moment the explosion passed, the pliers jumped out,
The four guys in security uniforms in the corridor on the third floor seemed to be drinking too much at the moment, covering their ears, crooked, completely lost their sense of balance, and the gun in their hands had fallen to the ground.

"Da da" "da da" "da da" the pliers called one by one, the pipe did not fire, but stood behind guard, shaking his head, let others follow.

It's a shame to give the pliers a chance to vent!
"The surgeon can live, only two people are needed!" Rushing to the third floor, Wang Zhen yelled, holding back his shock.

The sound reverberated on the floor, mixed with the gunshots, and some of them could not be heard clearly, but even if they could not be heard clearly, it was still a life-saving straw for the doctors in the concentration camp.

"I'm a surgeon, I'm a surgeon."

Three or five voices sounded in the same room.

Wang Zhen pointed to that room, "I'll come here, and the others will quickly search the third floor."

Entering the room, Wang Zhen discovered that it was an operating room, no wonder there were many people gathered in the room, including doctors and nurses.

Seeing Wang Zhen coming in with a gun in his hand, everyone crowded together in a corner in fear.

Looking around, there was a person lying on the operating table. The entire abdomen was cut open. An instrument stretched the wound to a large extent. The organs in the abdominal cavity were clearly visible. Wang Zhen frowned and looked away.

Not only was the abdomen of this person cut open, but both legs were also broken from halfway above the knee.

The cut was neat, and the bleeding was stopped. The two severed legs were also placed on the hospital bed.

It looked like an operation was going on, but, amid the confusion, the operation apparently stopped.

Wang Zhen couldn't see this. He didn't care what the broken corpses looked like on the battlefield. He didn't feel anything after seeing them.

But it is different now, this is obviously a man-made act of obtaining money by mutilating and selling one's own kind.

The evil and cruelty it represents is frightening from the bottom of my heart.

Although Wang Zhen knew that in current medical technology, except for the brain, other parts could be transplanted.

Such as hands and feet, such as knees, such as eyes, nose and even ears, and even the skin can be transplanted according to square centimeters.

But fucking knowing and seeing are two different things, okay!
Not surprisingly, the situation in front of me is like this. The person on the operating table has completed a match with a patient who needs his organs and even two legs...

Wang Zhen didn't know what was going on with the patients over there, he just looked in front of him.

He raised his hand and pointed the gun at a fat woman in the far corner. She was wearing a mask, and she couldn't tell her age. Wang Zhen didn't bother to care, and pulled the trigger. "Bang", the fat woman's head exploded, half of her head shattered, and her body fell to the ground. He fell to the ground, blood and brains splattered on the wall, and on the people around him, all over the place.

"Ah!!!" Screams sounded in the house.

"I belong to the surgeon, and I am the chief surgeon."

"Don't kill me, I have money, I will give it to you!"

"I don't want to die!"

Before coming in, they heard these people shouting that they needed two doctors. They thought Wang Zhen was going to kill most of them.

"Da da" is aimed at the ground and there are two bullets, "shut up!"

"Save people immediately, he is dead, you are all dead!" Wang Zhen shouted loudly.

"Ah?" Several people froze in place.

"Bang" Wang Zhen fired again, "What are you doing in a daze!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, found something casually outside to close the door, and made a booby trap to hang it.

Hastily opened the door, waiting for them is a grenade.

The doctor is still a team, then the rest is simple, kill, kill, or fucking kill!
This corridor is full of wards, and most of the wards are full of people. One room is not big, and four people are locked up.

What made Wang Zhen frown was that most of the patients seemed to have been specially treated, their mental state was in a trance, and their IQ seemed to be no more than 5 years old. After Wang Zhen opened the door and came in, these patients would just curl up on the bed and shiver. .

Some patients are pregnant.

When he reached the fifth room, Wang Zhen finally couldn't hold back, lifted a patient's head, and tore off the other's clothes.

A long scar on the stomach.

Wang Zhen didn't understand what the scar at this position represented, a caesarean section, or some organ had been removed. Anyway, it must not be a good thing.

Putting down his hands, Wang Zhen backed out, and closed the door again. After closing it, he couldn't open it from the inside.

He didn't know how to deal with this situation, so let's hand it over to Interpol.

The first floor was cleaned up in about 10 minutes. Wang Zhen didn't know how many people were killed.

All he knew was that not only had his anger not subsided, but it had grown even bigger.

This layer is obviously dedicated to keeping women in captivity.

This concentration camp is very professional, it seems that each floor is assigned a different function.

The more this is the case, the more it shows that this concentration camp has existed for a long time. For such a long time, how many people died here!

Every year, more than 8000 people disappear in Lannatai, and the actual quality is even greater than this.

Where is a mental hospital? This is a slaughterhouse where humans slaughter their own kind!

(End of this chapter)